Abode..

" .. this is the best city in the world.. who would want to live anywhere else.. "

".. I can't imagine what it is like to shift like that suddenly.. must be feeling uprooted"

".. maybe it's time you made this city your home"

".. dont wish to go far from everyone you know.. sometimes wises do come true"

" ... another city.. isnt that too far.. you dont even have a single immediate family or friend there"

"... you travel so much.. do you ever stay at one place for long?"
 
"...remya, where is your real home..."

 ... words that a vagabond heard over the years.. words that made her dwell on where she really belonged to.. and if that 'where' needs to have a 'physical' sense to it.. isnt it much simpler to just let it be a state of mind? Roots.. abode.. home.. can they mean something to me.. do they need to? .. Cant it just be a bunch of people I always want to be with? My true abode.. my home?

I love the state of my existence.. no permanent address.. no place to be associated with .. and yet.. today when i created an abode.. it too feels right.

 I now have an abode of my own.
I guess some journeys are not in the journey .. but the destination.